Chapter 1338 - 1335: Leave! Leave?

The crowd parted, and a black-haired old man walked out, his eyes flashing like lightning as he sized up Luo Feng.

"To heavily injure Qiu Heng with a single punch, your cultivation should have already broken through to the True Yuan Realm. To have such an achievement at your age is not bad. If possible, I don’t wish to kill you, but I must have your companions hand over the corpse of the Extreme Fire Screaming Dragon Silkworm, as well as all of its eggs."

The black-haired old man could not see through Luo Feng’s cultivation realm, but with his keen eyesight, he had still discerned some clues from that punch just now. The youth before him had definitely broken through to the True Yuan Realm.

A sixteen- or seventeen-year-old True Yuan Realm Martial Artist—barring any accidents, such a person’s identity would definitely be far from simple, so the black-haired old man was somewhat wary.

Their goal was the Extreme Fire Screaming Dragon Silkworm; less trouble was better than more. There was no need to offend extra enemies.

"Just a True Yuan Realm fourth-layer Martial Artist, and you still dare covet the Extreme Fire Screaming Dragon Silkworm? You’re simply daydreaming. Master, let me kill him and refine him into a Blood Corpse."

Xuelian had long been drooling over the Extreme Fire Screaming Dragon Silkworm’s essence blood. Now that she saw someone trying to make a move on the Extreme Fire Screaming Dragon Silkworm, killing intent immediately surged in her heart.

Luo Feng ignored Xuelian and shook his head at the black-haired old man. "I’m afraid I cannot agree."

"Elder Teng, there’s no need to waste words on this brat. Kill him, then we’ll go seize the Extreme Fire Screaming Dragon Silkworm."

"Exactly, let him understand the fate of offending our Golden Sword Adventure Group."

The nearby Martial Artists looked at Luo Feng, murderous intent surging in their eyes.

Luo Feng being a True Yuan Realm Martial Artist exceeded many people’s expectations, but they had twenty or thirty people here, and three of them were True Yuan Realm Martial Artists; Elder Teng was even a late-stage True Yuan Realm fourth-layer expert, so naturally they could not be bothered to take Luo Feng seriously.

Seeing that Luo Feng had actually refused him, the black-haired old man’s expression could no longer be maintained. His face turned dark as he said coldly:

"Boy, I’ll ask you one more time—are you going to hand it over or not?"

Boom!

As he spoke, a surging True Yuan fluctuation swept out from the black-haired old man’s body, pressing toward Luo Feng like a crushing tide, raising a fierce gale across the desert.

Facing the other side’s aura, Luo Feng’s expression remained unchanged. He said calmly, "Ask as many times as you like. The answer is the same. If you want the Extreme Fire Screaming Dragon Silkworm, come take it yourself. But I’ll remind you first—you lot probably don’t have that kind of strength."

"Arrogant! Elder Teng, let us teach this ignorant fool a lesson."

Everyone present were core members of the Golden Sword Adventure Group. When they walked outside, who didn’t give them due respect? Now they were being looked down upon by a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old youth, and anger surged onto their faces. The other two True Yuan Realm Martial Artists could no longer hold back. With a furious roar, they charged Luo Feng together.

"Elder Mo and Elder Song have made their move. That brat is dead for sure."

"Humph, he’s brought this on himself. Elder Teng already gave him enough face, yet he still didn’t know what was good for him."

"Probably a youngster who succeeded too early and got a bit carried away. I’ve seen plenty of people like that."

The other members of the Golden Sword Adventure Group all wore cold smiles as they watched the two elders attack.

These two elders—one was an early-stage True Yuan Realm second-layer, the other a late-stage True Yuan Realm second-layer. They were certain they could behead Luo Feng.

"Crushing Mountain & Bone Shatter Fist!"

"Shimmering Gold Sword Qi!"

The two elders of the Golden Sword Adventure Group lunged to within ten steps of Luo Feng and simultaneously unleashed their ultimate arts.

In the void, a massive white-bone fist force appeared, along with a gigantic, dazzling golden Sword Qi, both enveloping Luo Feng. The entire space began to faintly tremble.

Luo Feng had no intention of drawing his saber. Two True Yuan Realm second-layer Martial Artists posed no threat whatsoever to him now.

"Shatter!"

True Yuan surged as Luo Feng casually punched out. The vast True Yuan condensed into a house-sized Fist Gang that howled forward.

"Ah!"

The white-bone fist force and golden Sword Gang were pulverized in an instant. The Protective Gang Energy of the two attackers shattered as they let out miserable screams, spitting blood as they were blasted backward.

The surrounding chatter cut off abruptly. The other Martial Artists of the Golden Sword Adventure Group stared wide-eyed, like ducks with their throats pinched, unable to make a sound.

The two elders at the True Yuan Realm second-layer had joined forces, yet they had also been defeated with a single punch! And they looked to have suffered no light injuries.

Those who had just been certain that Luo Feng was doomed were stunned by this sudden reversal, their palms turning icy cold.

To defeat two True Yuan Realm second-layer Martial Artists with one punch—what a terrifying strength!

"Elder Teng."

The two injured Martial Artists retreated back to the black-haired old man’s side. Looking at Luo Feng, there was a hint of fear in their eyes. The power of that punch just now had been astonishing; even with their combined strength, they hadn’t been able to resist in the slightest.

The black-haired old man addressed as Elder Teng came back to his senses. He looked at Luo Feng, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes. "Mid-stage True Yuan Realm fourth-layer!"

At this moment, Luo Feng was no longer deliberately concealing his True Yuan fluctuations, so the black-haired old man could see his cultivation realm at a glance.

Rustle!

As soon as these words left his mouth, an uproar erupted around them. Everyone’s hearts shook again and again; they didn’t even know how to express what they were feeling.

When he was young, Elder Teng had also been a somewhat renowned genius of the Dali Dynasty. Only when he neared sixty had his cultivation broken through to the late-stage True Yuan Realm fourth-layer.

Yet the youth before them was only sixteen or seventeen, and his cultivation realm was actually on par with Elder Teng! This level of strength was enough to be compared with the top geniuses of the Dali Dynasty.

"Take a saber strike from me."

Clang!

After sending the two men flying with one punch, Luo Feng did not stop. He directly drew Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber and followed through with a slash.

Swish! A saber light, carrying the might of Mount Tai crashing down, cleaved toward the black-haired old man.

The black-haired old man was startled. The treasured sword at his waist flashed out of its sheath in an instant, the snow-white blade turning dark-gold in a heartbeat.

"Void Breaking Sword!"

A hundred-meter-long dark-gold Sword Qi split the air, blocking in front of the Saber Gang.

Boom!

With a deafening boom, both the saber light and Sword Qi shattered simultaneously. The resulting shockwave whipped up countless dust storms in the desert. Some Golden Sword Adventure Group Martial Artists with weaker cultivation were forced to retreat again and again, unable to steady themselves; some even suffered injuries and coughed up blood.

The black-haired old man also stumbled back four or five steps, his face flushed red.

"We’re leaving!"

He fixed Luo Feng with a deep stare, his expression shifting unpredictably, then suddenly gave the order.

"Leave?"

At his words, the others wore puzzled looks.

They had waited in this desert for half a month for the Extreme Fire Screaming Dragon Silkworm to lay eggs. Elder Teng had been determined to obtain its eggs—how could he simply give up now?

In their eyes, that clash just now had not produced a clear victor. Elder Teng was a late-stage True Yuan Realm fourth-layer, his cultivation a notch higher than his opponent’s. He shouldn’t be the one to back down.

"Leave!"

The black-haired old man’s face darkened as he repeated the order, then turned and walked off.

To outsiders, the exchange just now had seemed evenly matched, but the reality was otherwise.

To block that casual saber strike from his opponent, he had used nearly eighty percent of his strength and had still been forced backward. He had already fallen completely into the disadvantage.

During the exchange, the black-haired old man had distinctly felt that while the other’s cultivation was lower than his, the quality of his True Yuan was incredibly fearsome—endlessly continuous, incomparably overbearing, impossible to shatter. It simply didn’t resemble the True Yuan of a True Yuan Realm fourth-layer Martial Artist at all, but rather that of a True Yuan Realm fifth-layer. If they continued to fight, his chances of victory wouldn’t exceed fifty percent, perhaps even lower.

Though he felt unwilling in his heart, seeing that the black-haired old man had already left, the other members of the Golden Sword Adventure Group didn’t dare remain. They lifted the wounded and hurried after him.

Watching the group recede into the distance, Luo Feng exhaled a long, turbid breath.

That saber just now had been a warning. If the other side continued to pester him, then he wouldn’t mind being ruthless. From the looks of it now, they at least knew when to back off.

Boom!

Another loud boom came from afar.

The Extreme Fire Screaming Dragon Silkworm!

Luo Feng’s heart stirred, and he turned to look toward the place where Su Zhuyun was battling the Extreme Fire Screaming Dragon Silkworm.